Campaign of the Month:
November 2016

X-Com: Defiance

Perp Friction

15

AUG/17

Sun shines on the Hawthorne Grill as your team approaches. Large glass windows reveal a modest crowd occupying the high quality synthetic chairs, tables, and booths inside. All seating surfaces are covered with a comfortable vinyl padding that blends into the overall restaurant design. Cheap mass-produced art in plastic frames hangs from the walls and plastic plants dot the restaurant.

Stepping inside, you see a “wait to be seated” sign, but a whistle and wave draws your attention to the Johnson’s table. You easily make your way through the restaurant to join Sid. “Glad you could make it. Have a seat. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Sid Gambetti. Pleased to meet ya. Feel free to get anything off the value menu, on me.”

An ork waitress with the name tag “Lola” approaches the table to take your orders.

As the waitress walks away to place your orders, Sid takes a large gulp of coffee and proceeds to explain the offer. “I guess we can get started. The job is an extraction job outside the US. Transportation to and from are included. The targets are willing and are going to be in a vulnerable place ready for the taking. The targets are not to be hurt. You rendezvous with them, then make your way to the docks and you are home free. The pay is a valuable artifact known as the Phaistos Dis if you are interested.”

Sid calls out to the waitress “Garçon? Little coffee here!” She returns and fills his cup, commenting “Garçon means boy” before walking away. He looks back to the team and asks “Any questions?” before slurping a drink.

“All-righty then, I think you have all the info you need. I need to go drain the lizard and hit the bricks. If you have any more questions hit me up on the comm. Trust me, it will be awesome—you guys are gonna storm in there like the last action heroes on the planet.” With that, Sid scurries away from the table to the restrooms.

As you start to look to your other teammates and discuss preparations for the upcoming mission, two patrons at another table jump up waving Ruger Super Warhawks.

“Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!” screams the blond male human in the Hawaiian shirt. This is quickly followed by the red-headed female human screaming “Any of you fragging pricks move and I’ll execute every mother fragging last one of you!”